The Butcher - The Tiger Lillies

He’s waiting in the wing

To cut you up and sing

The butcher

The butcher

It’s flesh and blood he eats

And humans are his meat

The butcher

The butcher

His dirty long white hair

You entered in his lair

The butcher

The butcher

His picture’s in the house

In terror you will shout

The butcher

The butcher

In terror you will shout

The butcher is about

The butcher

The butcher

In the darkness of your fear

The old man he draws near

The butcher

The butcher

You smell the greed and lust

The butcher’s knives he trusts

The butcher

The butcher

The freshest flesh they cut

The brains, the heart, the guts

The butcher

The butcher

The cannibal is king

He’ll cut you up and sing

The butcher

The butcher

So now’s your turn to die

You won’t have time to cry

The butcher

The butcher